I so wish I could cry you out,
or,
similarly, 'bleed you out in tears'.
Your words still echo in me, Your
lies and slanders,
fucking judas
Cry out amongst the monotony and same
of this fucking ritual.
I know they're just like me in every way
except this - and how can they even
begin to comprehend where I am
and where I have been left..
Isolate, a choice not of my own but
of my own making - and you
Fucking saint of misery and angst,
If I could chase away those memories
I can surely chase away your light..
And yet this desolation is the least of my desires,
The most a somewhat faltering and failing to these,
thoughts and words. And all are offered,
Abroad or whatnot.. to you and not to You.
Because you mean nothing, absolutely
Nothing
To me.
You mean everything to me.












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I'll be honest with you now, I was listening... trying really, really hard.
But most of the time i had no fucking idea what was going on.
But i liked the words you used and I liked ones that had rhythms... coz i'm simple like that.
Good times
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...my absurdity seems to keep me sane...
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